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Masters Of War Lyrics

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build that big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to know I can see through your masks

You can never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the water that run down my drain

Let me ask you one questionIs your money that good?Will it buy you forgiveness?Do you think that it could?I think you will find,When your death takes its toll,All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you dieAnd your death will come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedI stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're death